MAYA’S POV:
My body was trembling, a violent shudder that started in my knees and raced up to my throat. I wanted to fight—my wolf was scratching at my insides, desperate to bite, to snarl, to tear this man’s throat out. But I was an Omega. I was a weak link in a world of predators, and I knew for certain that he could snap my neck before I even drew blood.
Yet, beneath the fear, that cold, violet-black power held me in a chokehold. It wasn’t scared. It was offended. It pushed against my skin, wanting to explode outward, but I tried my best to hold it down. Rafe didn’t want trouble, and I couldn’t spoil his reputation. So, I prayed to the goddess to send me help before I did something I would regret.
“You’re going to regret this,” I choked out, my cheek pressed painfully against the rou
